Week 6

[parasomniacs]

Week 6

Monday - Thursday

[ There is a particularly somber atmosphere in the quiet hotel. The day before ended with a terrible miscalculation and an innocent life lost in the name of the “experiment”. Emotions certainly ran high and it would not be strange for those effects to linger into the dawn of the new week. Until now they had successfully determined and executed three other murderers. But the fourth got away. They may not want to face the future yet—but the experiment stops for nothing. 

The opening of a new wing would probably be of little solace to them. But it's not long before they are granted a small distraction.

Early Monday morning -- before they’ve even had a chance to properly examine the new floor and it’s rooms -- a text announcement arrives, following a small jingle. The sound is new; different from the announcement tones used during the investigation last week. It’s just as loud and persistent, but there’s an annoying set of four repeated notes in a pattern that lazily imitates a song assigned to this notification.]

Hello participants. 

I hope you are doing well this morning and are well rested for the day ahead. There will be a meeting held in the lobby fifteen minutes from now. You will all be required to attend. Any person who is absent will be appropriately hunted down and brought to the meeting place by whatever means necessary. An important change has been made to the experimental proceedings, of which you must all now be made well aware.

See you all in fifteen minutes. 

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[karmauberalles]

I'm sure it would be more difficult in the long run to deny you, so have at it.

[...the first thing Crow will note is that everything is extremely neat and orderly, but he was probably expecting that, right.]

[nevergraduating]

You've got that right. ☆ [He would serenade you with terrible singing like he did with Yuri, so you made the correct choice for your ears!!

But yeah, it's looking like Mikami's room 2.0 right now. ...Well, someone's gotta do it! How about checking out if there's anything in or on the desk?]

[karmauberalles]

[Well, it's set up all nice and business-like, with a currently blank notepad and pens lined up neatly.

Inside the desk is... well, a notebook that seems to contain a list of criminal charges that are relevant to the situation at hand.]

[nevergraduating]

[Squints at that notebook. He'll flip through it to the end to check if there's anything in-between the pages, so he might inadvertently see some of his writings, but it's for a good cause, who cares about other peoples' privacy?? But if there's nothing else, he'll look towards the closet! How many cravats will he find??]

[karmauberalles]

[After the criminal charges, there are a few notes on locations, but otherwise, nothing too important.

As for the closet... well. RIP CROW BURIED IN CRAVATS okay no there are a few, but it's mostly just his favorite outfits from the other rooms that he bothered to bring along.]

[nevergraduating]

[Well, that's a super-boring notebook! So perfectly boring that he'll put it back right where he found it. Why can't people leave their blackmail material out in the open, sheesh!

OH AIDIOS the lack of cravats is stunning and there's a hint of disappointment because more cravats were supposed to be the mark of a classy motherfucker. But he'll root around in the pockets and feel around any jacket lining to make sure something isn't hidden there. He'll also check the inside of any boots too.

But otherwise, how about fucking around in the washroom?]

[karmauberalles]

[son he has been at this a long-ass time. leaving your blackmail material in the open is amateur hour.

....but no, everything seems legit. The only thing out of the ordinary is that the pockets tend to have various sharp objects that could be used as improvised weapons, but there's no hints of blood or anything on them.

The bathroom... holy shit, it's fucking sparkling clean in here. It is sterile as fuck. Mr. Clean would fall to his knees and weep, for there were no worlds left to conquer. That's the only thing notable from a cursory glance, anyway.]

[nevergraduating]

[Wow uh. Hopefully he didn't stab himself with those sharp objects because he values his fingers. Like, a lot. But no blood is a good sign!!

...But this bathroom. What is he looking at, is this what heaven would appear to be for mortals such as himself after they've passed through those golden gates what the fuck???

...

If there's a shampoo bottle around, he'll be moving it into the sink. BECAUSE WHY NOT HE MUST SHATTER THIS IMAGE OF PERFECTION. But um, what happens if he checks the drains and stuff. will he find old guy pubes]

[karmauberalles]

[the shampoo bottle can be moved. and man... even the drains are clean, with nary a pube in sight.]

[nevergraduating]

[oh Goddess... oh Goddess not even a pube what the hell??? Suppressing a shiver, Crow decides to check the kitchenette and its array of wondrous appliances. Doe von Karma cook? and does he do it perfectly.]

[karmauberalles]

[It doesn't seem like von Karma's been cooking recently, although it's hard to tell if he hasn't cooked at all or if it's just because it's also hilariously clean. There is a whole shitload of tea there, though, along with some mugs and a neatly arranged tea set.]

[nevergraduating]

[Wow what a pretentious douchebag with all that tea!! What is this, he wants to just dump it into the sink okay no. He doesn't actually care, but it fits von Karma's image, at least.

Onto the bedroom! He'll check out the nightstand, the bed (including underneath, under the mattress, the sheets, the pillows, etc.). Will he find old man porn!?]

[karmauberalles]

[sadly(??), there is no porn. there's a pocket knife under the pillow that doesn't seem to have a head-shaped dent in it, but. you know how it is.





there aren't even dust bunnies under the bed what the fuck]

[nevergraduating]

[..................................

How. How it is humanly possible that there aren't any dust bunnies, does this man clean up after himself everyday? Every hour? Just... what the fuck????

???

Okay he's... he's ready to gtfo but he still has to check what von Karma has on him just in case he's hiding something in his pockets or shoes or anything.]

Alright, almost done here. Mind taking off your jacket and shoes so I can give you a pat down? [He's not going to ask him to strip because he doesn't want to see him naked. Again.]

[karmauberalles]

I do, but you may go ahead.

[he takes his jacket off and places it neatly on his bed, and he removes his shoes for inspection.]

[nevergraduating]

'Fraid we're both out of luck here, then. [Alrighty he's... ready to pat down an old dude... Sigh. Why did he sign on to be a reliable helper anyways.

He's going to be thorough, so anything hidden in the pockets and socks and shit will be felt up like nobody's business. He'll check the jacket and inside of the shoes (and see if there's anything about the soles) after, but. Is this sexual harassment?? And if so, who's the one who's actually being harassed here???]

[karmauberalles]

[look, von karma isn't gonna make this weird. he's just gonna be stoic about the whole thing.

...except around his right shoulder where there's a barely perceptible twitch to the corner of his mouth, but nothing feels weird. so. it's probably nothing. with that said he doesn't seem to be hiding anything in his pockets or shirt or pants or anything.]